Since Maya and Perry’s wedding wasn’t as scenic as I wanted, I held a party the next day. Kind of a booze cruise thing. I called all the guests up to the houseboat’s upper deck, grilled burgers, set out drinks, then told Raheem to pilot the boat around for a while.
We didn’t get much of a sunset, but the moon was pretty.
I was curious to see what would happen to the guests if I didn’t bring the boat back to port by the time they were ready to leave the party.
The answer is that boats arrived to pick them up. Bit of a letdown. I was hoping they would jump off the boat and swim for shore, or be trapped on board.
A few random snaps from the week. I love to send a Sim to dive down to the bottom, then pan the camera up to look at the surface.
FINALLY collected a cat gnome.
And bought the summer gnome from the festival. Isn’t he a dude?!
If a mermaid has legs on dry land, and a tail in the water, then why does she change into a swimsuit? Because sometimes mermaids go swimming, and when they do, they swim just like people (no tail).
Mermaids are weird.
Ophelia died in the bathroom. Just like Elvis.
“Boo hoo hoo – someone scrub that toilet – boo hoo hoo!”
The houseboat was slowly making its way back to port…
When Maya went into contractions. At least she was able to give birth with some really nice views moving by out the window. Relaxing, I would think.
Welcome baby boy Queso!
(I gave him a dumb name because I already know he’s not going to be the heir. He’s either a mermaid or an alien, and I don’t want either.)
Now that the houseboat was filled with baby things, I decided to have some fun with their other property. You can own multiple properties as of the most recent software update, and they had earned the deed to a private island with a Lifetime Reward.
I built a pier out over the water, and a cute rustic little fishing shack on the pier.
Then I made Raheem live there all by himself.
As you can see, the fishing shack has all the basic amenities and not a smidgen more.
Instead of a bathroom, it has the “all in one” unit out on the front porch. Kind of a high-tech outhouse.
But hey, you can fish OR grill off that back deck! It seems like the perfect place for an old widower to go (or be left) to die, don’t you think?